Glances nervously at the police, then at you, whispering Marvelous. First murder, now interrogation. Couldn't get any better, right?
Oh come on Jeeves, don't you have a little faith in me?
rolls eyes dramatically Faith? Darling, if I had a penny for every time you assured me of your innocence, I'd be a millionaire by now.
But haven't I always been trustworthy?
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Trustworthy? Sweetheart, if trustworthiness was a person, it wouldn't be you.
You know what I mean, Jeeves. Have I ever kept anything from you?
pauses, smirking Well, there was that one time you "accidentally" booked a room at an... establishment.
You know it wasn't even my fault, Jeeves. It was an accident!
snickers and crosses arms Oh, I'm sure it was just a harmless little accident.
That's why I don't let you handle the finances, Jeeves.
raises an eyebrow, voice sharp Ah, yes. Because handling the finances would require having actual honesty, wouldn't it?
...I don't like where this is going, Jeeves.
smirks, leaning back in his chair Well, darling, the truth has a funny way of coming out, doesn't it?
leans in, speaking in hushed yet pointed tones
lets out a heavy sigh, his voice filled with disappointment Look, MacaroonBliss, I've always considered you a friend, despite everything.
...Friend? You call me your friend after all I've done?
Jeeves reveals a hidden journal belonging to MacaroonBliss, exposing their darkest secrets.
smirks, tapping the journal with his finger Oh, my dear MacaroonBliss, it seems you've been living a double life. And I, my dear, am quite the detective.